The last time we talked, I was totally freaking out. Back then my husband was in jail for a murder he didn’t commit. During that awful crisis I made a new friend, Larissa Klimenko, and she and her dad—my Russian history professor—supported me while I tracked down the real killer.
Now Larissa herself is in big, big trouble. She just called me long distance to say that the leader of her women’s lib group was killed, and the police are acting like she’s their prime suspect. Good grief, it’s only been a year since David was suspected of murder, and now it’s Larissa. This is too much. I’ll have to wear a trench coat and fedora—pretend I am a private eye—if I keep getting pulled into these cases on a routine basis.
Larissa wants me to fly across the continent—out to Vancouver—to give her moral support. I realize I owe her, big time, and I want to help her out, but I don’t see how I can. Believe me, I’d leave tomorrow if I could. But things have changed a lot in the last year since we talked. Let me fill you in.
The life-changing event is, well, I have a new baby. Wyatt is only three months old and cute as can be. I can’t possibly take him with me because last time I got so deeply involved in the murder case that I was almost killed. That kind of scene is no place for an infant.
However, I can’t go by myself and leave Wy at home. David’s got a huge deadline coming up on his Ph.D. dissertation, and he’ have a perfect fit if I asked him to babysit. Of course I juggle Wyatt’s child care with my own graduate classes, but that’s what is expected. After all, I mean, gosh, I’m the mom. Dads don’t do things like that. Well, not much anyway.
Here’s another thing—kind of selfish of me, I know. I had hoped to go this weekend to that big outdoor rock ‘n’ roll concert that the radio announcers are all talking about. It’s near Woodstock, New York, and that’s not too far from here. David can’t go—doesn’t want to risk driving from Toronto over the border into the States. He hasn’t broken any draft laws—not yet, anyway—but border guards make him nervous.
Still, I cannot leave Larissa in the lurch. She’s the only real friend I’ve made since I pulled up stakes and left my home and family in Texas to join my new husband up here, in the Great White North. You know, it really was kinda neat—how Larissa and I clicked right away. Usually I avoid anyone who is petite and pretty like she is. They make me feel like such an oaf. Here I am at five feet eleven, and Larissa is a good ten inches shorter. But she is so much fun, and smart too. The two years difference in our ages seems like nothing. She just turned twenty-one and is still an undergrad.
I tell Larissa everything. For instance, she’s the only one who knows I was being trained as a spy by the CIA right before I married David. I could never tell him that. He would not approve, that’s for sure. But Larissa knows and keeps all my secrets. Here’s a funny thing, though. Why didn’t she confide in me she joined a women’s lib group?
Oh my gosh, the more I think about it, I must fly out to be with her during her time of trouble. I’ll have to put a plan in place. She’ll be calling me back in an hour and will want to know if I’m coming.
Hey, maybe you can help me out. What do you think I should do?
Austin Starr appears in the new mystery Rainy Day Women, the sequel to Kay Kendall’s debut Desolation Row. Both are published by Stairway Press of Seattle.
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About the author
Kay Kendall is a long-time fan of historical novels and now writes atmospheric mysteries that capture the spirit and turbulence of the sixties. A reformed PR executive who won international awards for her projects, Kay lives in Texas with her Canadian husband, three house rabbits, and spaniel Wills. Terribly allergic to her bunnies, she loves them anyway! Her book titles show she’s a Bob Dylan buff too. Kay was a 2014 Silver Falchion Award Finalists for Attending Authors at Killer Nashville last year. Visit Kay at website or on Facebook.